The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, air's really thick with... something, like ozone, maybe, and the sky above is this weird, pale purple color, no sun visible. I'm surrounded by all these perfectly still, identical lakes, reflecting the sky like mirrors, and they're not rippling or anything, like the water's frozen, but I can hear this constant, low-pitched hum of... machinery, I think. A massive, disembodied Instagram "like" counter is just... sitting in the middle of one of the lakes, steadily increasing, and it's somehow... not sinking or anything, like it's made of the same stuff as the water.